Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Vladislav Delay to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.